[Intro]
Notorious mobster, Whitey Buldger
(Run that back, West)

[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n***a neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I’m an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n***a neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert

[Verse 1: Good Finesse]
All these grams on my neck, but I ain’t actin' nothin'
I'm a real smart n***a, don't be actin' dumb
And I always get the bag so I pop my shit
Fifty bands, hundred bands, I be in and out
She playin' games with a n***a, so I kicked hеr out
I be drivin' foreign coupes with thе lights in it
My D’s hit your D’s, don't, it’s an ice difference
2K to 24, that's a big difference
N***as poppin' hot shit 'til they limbs missin’
These n***as swear they got some money but they penny pinchin'
And I'm steady in the field 'til I see a million
Steady growin' over time 'til I get a trophy
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n***a neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n***a neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
My piece and your piece, it's a price difference
Only thing I would be keepin' is my Smith &
The Stincs ain't goin' nowhere, you can stop bitchin'
Them n***as you with look nice as hell, they not vicious
I like good head and bread, bitch, not kisses
I'm the n***a to take your bread, he might kiss you
You got some money, I'ma need to call for a late-night issue
Bitches be blowin' up my phone like "I miss you"
They like, "All that shit on you, n***a, Ralfy, I hope you got tissue"
I was puttin' my long pole all in her denim
She be havin' my song quotes all in her mental
I fuck with the Stinc Team, y'all original
The Plug

[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n***a neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n***a neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert